Dreams of a Dark Warrior

answer you.”
    He peered down at her with those intense gray eyes, rekindling her ridiculous urge to sigh. “Mayhap they already have.”
    Before she could question his words, he stopped before the largest longhouse in the camp, opening the door for her. The interior was rich, with woven rugs on the packed dirt floor. A gleaming table with two chairs sat at one end and a thick pallet of furs covered the opposite end. A fire burned in a center pit.
    He took a pair of candles from a generous supply of them and lit the wicks in the fire, then placed them in holders flanking a polished bear skull.
    “Are you wealthy?” she asked. “For a mortal?”
    “I’ve won spoils enough. But what do you know of coin? You are the daughter of gods.”
    “I know I have none, and I need it for food.”
    He strode to the doorway, ordering some servant outside to bring their dinner, then sat at the table. He waved her to the other chair.
    When she removed her gloves and cloak, her boy’s clothes beneath—trews and a tunic—earned another disapproving frown. She shrugged and joined him, feeling like an adult to be sharing a lord’s table. Even if he was only a warlord.
    “This world is a dangerous place for a girl, Reginleit. And you are not invulnerable to harm.”
    She shook her head. No, she’d not reached her immortality yet. She could still be injured, grow sickened, even die. Though she wouldn’t need food as an adult Valkyrie, now she required it to grow.
    “Then what possessed you to leave the safety of your home, child?”
    “I am no child! And I’ve been safe enough.”
Except for the bloodthirsty foes I had to face to reach this side of the conflict.
“I’ve slain vampires.” But it’d been close.
I lost my sword early in that skirmish, too.
    He waved away her words as if they were mere fables. “Reginleit, answer me.”
    Though she suspected she should be secretive and cautious with a stranger like this, she’d never learned to be either. And she needed his help. Out spilled the truth: “I followed my favorite sister when she followed a man. He promised to wed Lucia, yet I am uneasy. She is everything to me, and I believe she is in danger.” Regin couldn’t explain how she knew, but she felt as if time was running out for her sister.
    “You left heaven for her? Though you can never go back?”
    “’Tis forbidden for a Valkyrie to return.”
    “Then I applaud your loyalty.”
    “She would do the same for me.” As exasperated as Regin made her—indeed, all her sisters—she knew Lucia loved her.
    “You sought me this night,” he said. “What would you have me do?”
    “I need assistance to find Lucia.”
    “Done,” he said with a shrug. “I will do everything possible to reunite her with you.”
    Regin blinked up at him. “Because you serve Wóden?”
    “Nay.” He rose to pace, running his hand over his mouth. “I do this because we will serve each other.”
    “I do not take your meaning.”
    “There is no easy way to say this. Reginleit, when you are grown, you will become my wife.”
    “Are you mad, mortal?” she cried, her skin glowing brighter. “Like my sister Nïx?”
    “Nïx the Ever-Knowing, the soothsayer?”
    “She’s touched with visions. What is your explanation?”
    He looked to stifle a grin. “You are direct, a good trait. But I’m not mad. I’m a berserker. Do you understand what the men of my people are?”
    “I’ve heard tales of your kind. You’re stronger than other mortals, faster. And you’re all possessed by the spirit of a beast. The snarling, the fighting, the possessiveness—all the traits of a lean bear in winter.”
    “’Tis true. And the beast in me sensed its mate, rousing inside me from your very first words. I thought you would be older when we met, but I feel fortunate just to have found you.”
    He said this as if it was an understatement. She was speechless. A rarity.
    “In the morn, I will take you to my family’s holdings in the north,” he continued. “My parents will complete your upbringing and keep you safe until I return for you. I will bring your sister there to join you.”
    An actual madman stood before her! This situation grew interesting. Regin found she might like to play with mad mortals. Feigning an earnest tone, she asked, “And how long would it be until you returned for me?”
    “Mayhap in five or six years. When you are grown, and I have warred enough to earn my own immortality. Then we would wed.”
    Ah, she